ShadowClan was about to flee from the battle that they were losing, and Bluestar still lay ominously still.
Fireheart looked at Bluestar, willing her to wake up, willing her to live. No! She can't be dead! Fireheart thought as he ran back to the battlefield to pour his anger into a severely injured Brokenstar.
"You killed Bluestar!" he roared, and charged at the leader of ShadowClan, laying down on the ground as well.
"Fireheart, stop." Whitestar said to Fireheart.
He slowly skidded to a stop. "Why?"
"He lost all nine lives at once. Brokenstar is no more." Whitestorm replied.
Fireheart slowly padded over to Brokenstar and leaned over, looking at his throat, as it was completely sliced open, a large pool of blood lying on the ground, matting his fur.
"Come on. Let's get back to camp," he said, looking at the Clan he would soon be leader of.
Firestar's newly made deputy, Whitestorm, walked up to him. "Do you think we have any more chances of being threatened by ShadowClan?"
"Blackstar isn't dumb enough to threaten us so soon. There will always be minor battles, but nothing like what Brokenstar attempted." Firestar said to his deputy.
"The Clans have always survived, even in the ancient times. Peace will always defeat war. That is the way it has always been, and the way it will always be."
A/N: THE END! I may write an epilogue, so stay tuned! Thank's for reading!
